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“You will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realize how seldom they do.”
― David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest
My garden which has a bird bath has become a sanctuary for small sun birds and other species like this finch. The feral cats regard it as their personal hunting waterhole. This is the second dead bird I’ve found in the past month. They don’t even bother to eat them, though sometimes they surgically remove one small choice morsel like the liver, the Hannibals they are.

The birds continue to thrive and are very noisy. In fact, when it goes quite, I know a cat is on the prowl. I got an ugly black tom real good the other day when I put a well placed marble up his backside. Knocked him clean off the wall. In the past, my pup Ellie, was our early warning cat detector, even though she was terrified of them. Now I just listen for the birds, they’ll let me know.

My garden which has a bird bath has become a sanctuary for small sun birds and other species like this finch. The feral cats regard it as their personal hunting waterhole. This is the second dead bird I’ve found in the past month. They don’t even bother to eat them, though sometimes they surgically remove one small choice morsel like the liver, the Hannibals they are.

The birds continue to thrive and are very noisy. In fact, when it goes quite, I know a cat is on the prowl. I got an ugly black tom real good the other day when I put a well placed marble up his backside. Knocked him clean off the wall. In the past, my pup Ellie, was our early warning cat detector, even though she was terrified of them. Now I just listen for the birds, they’ll let me know.

About a month ago, I was watering and found a nest tucked into my Bougainville. It was just above eye level, so I blindly reached up and felt two small eggs. A couple of weeks later, I reached in and felt two warm bald heads. I checked on them yesterday and this is what I found. Two baby doves. The thorns have kept out the feral cats, but when these guys fledge, they will be vulnerable. No worries, I’ve got a sling-shot and a bag of marbles!

About a month ago, I was watering and found a nest tucked into my Bougainville. It was just above eye level, so I blindly reached up and felt two small eggs. A couple of weeks later, I reached in and felt two warm bald heads. I checked on them yesterday and this is what I found. Two baby doves. The thorns have kept out the feral cats, but when these guys fledge, they will be vulnerable. No worries, I’ve got a sling-shot and a bag of marbles!

Swimming with sperm whales.
I certainly could have gotten closer, but in truth, I was scared shitless! Next time I’m getting right up and personal.

A very curious whale approaching our boat.

First Camping of the new season. On the way home the next morning we saw so many whales!

Feeling depressed, tired, anxious, stressed out, alone? 
Side effects include, soft tummy rubs, lap naps, constant companionship. I miss my puppy, but still cannot bring myself to replace her.

Feeling depressed, tired, anxious, stressed out, alone?
Side effects include, soft tummy rubs, lap naps, constant companionship. I miss my puppy, but still cannot bring myself to replace her.

Well, it seems the Scots have pussied out, but at least the pubs are still open. In the end, I think it was too scary for many of the older voters. This does however, change everything. Read on!

http://www.newyorker.com/news/john-cassidy/can-great-britain-survive-scottish-vote

That is the really interesting question arising out of the vote. For, although the unionist side seems likely to win this round, in the longer term the impact of the referendum could well be disastrous for those who want to maintain the status quo. About the best they can hope for is a federalized Great Britain that retains the word “United” in its name but is, for most intents and purposes, two separate countries. And even that outcome may prove to be unsustainable. Indeed, the English, who today are lamenting the possible dissolution of their beloved union, may well end up kicking the Scots out of it.

To understand why, you need to recall a bit of history. Thursday’s vote didn’t come out of nowhere. Scottish nationalism has been growing in strength since the seventies and eighties, when Mrs. Thatcher’s brand of free-market economics and militarism alienated many of those north of the border. In a 1999 referendum, the Scots voted for devolution of power to a Scottish Parliament, which came into existence two years later. Initially, the Scottish Labour Party held power. But, since 2007, the pro-independence Scottish National Party has been the biggest party. And, since 2011, it has held power alone.

Well, it seems the Scots have pussied out, but at least the pubs are still open. In the end, I think it was too scary for many of the older voters. This does however, change everything. Read on!

http://www.newyorker.com/news/john-cassidy/can-great-britain-survive-scottish-vote

That is the really interesting question arising out of the vote. For, although the unionist side seems likely to win this round, in the longer term the impact of the referendum could well be disastrous for those who want to maintain the status quo. About the best they can hope for is a federalized Great Britain that retains the word “United” in its name but is, for most intents and purposes, two separate countries. And even that outcome may prove to be unsustainable. Indeed, the English, who today are lamenting the possible dissolution of their beloved union, may well end up kicking the Scots out of it.

To understand why, you need to recall a bit of history. Thursday’s vote didn’t come out of nowhere. Scottish nationalism has been growing in strength since the seventies and eighties, when Mrs. Thatcher’s brand of free-market economics and militarism alienated many of those north of the border. In a 1999 referendum, the Scots voted for devolution of power to a Scottish Parliament, which came into existence two years later. Initially, the Scottish Labour Party held power. But, since 2007, the pro-independence Scottish National Party has been the biggest party. And, since 2011, it has held power alone.

I try to keep this one close while at work. It usually results in a polite smile before retreating back to the sanctuary of my studio.

I try to keep this one close while at work. It usually results in a polite smile before retreating back to the sanctuary of my studio.

Morning read: Why I hope to Die at 75
This is one of the few times I’ve seen this view expressed in mainstream media, and one I’ve embraced and voiced often to family and friends. In extending one’s life just for the sake of existence or more likely out of fear, we create more suffering than necessary, not to mention wasteful the consumption of valuable resources-40 percent of Medicare expenditures are consumed in the final months of life! What a crazy concept! Yeah, I’m going and I’m going to take a bunch of shot with me! Kind of reminds me of that scene in the Steve Martin movie The Jerk, when he looses his wealth and is evicted. On the way out of the house, he just starts grabbing random things, a thermos, a lamp…. Anyway, I like the views expressed in this article and I too plan on altering my approach to healthcare and the extension of life after 75. Actually, I may have already started since I have not been to a doctor in ten years. 

My friend Ellen, my wife’ smother, died exactly a year ago from cancer. She was 80. The crazy thing is, it wasn’t necessarily the cancer that killed her. It was the really aggressive medical treatment she received which included radiation. Seriously, why are we bombarding 80 year women with radiation? Extending life after 75 makes no sense to me. 
Why prolong your chances of being incapacitated and helpless? Why consume more valuable resources? Why extend the suffering of the people you love who have to watch you slowly fall apart? Sure I want to spend as much time with my wife, children, and friends as possible, see as many beach sunsets as possible, land a few more bonefish, drink another dirty martini, but I also want to go out on my own terms. Anyway, it’s a good thoughtful essay. If you’re over fifty, you should read it. 
http://www.theatlantic.com/features/archive/2014/09/why-i-hope-to-die-at-75/379329/

Morning read: Why I hope to Die at 75
This is one of the few times I’ve seen this view expressed in mainstream media, and one I’ve embraced and voiced often to family and friends. In extending one’s life just for the sake of existence or more likely out of fear, we create more suffering than necessary, not to mention wasteful the consumption of valuable resources-40 percent of Medicare expenditures are consumed in the final months of life! What a crazy concept! Yeah, I’m going and I’m going to take a bunch of shot with me! Kind of reminds me of that scene in the Steve Martin movie The Jerk, when he looses his wealth and is evicted. On the way out of the house, he just starts grabbing random things, a thermos, a lamp…. Anyway, I like the views expressed in this article and I too plan on altering my approach to healthcare and the extension of life after 75. Actually, I may have already started since I have not been to a doctor in ten years.

My friend Ellen, my wife’ smother, died exactly a year ago from cancer. She was 80. The crazy thing is, it wasn’t necessarily the cancer that killed her. It was the really aggressive medical treatment she received which included radiation. Seriously, why are we bombarding 80 year women with radiation? Extending life after 75 makes no sense to me.
Why prolong your chances of being incapacitated and helpless? Why consume more valuable resources? Why extend the suffering of the people you love who have to watch you slowly fall apart? Sure I want to spend as much time with my wife, children, and friends as possible, see as many beach sunsets as possible, land a few more bonefish, drink another dirty martini, but I also want to go out on my own terms. Anyway, it’s a good thoughtful essay. If you’re over fifty, you should read it.
http://www.theatlantic.com/features/archive/2014/09/why-i-hope-to-die-at-75/379329/

Me thinks the US of A might be worried that their lil’ British lap dog might have one of it’s balls snipped!

Me thinks the US of A might be worried that their lil’ British lap dog might have one of it’s balls snipped!

Who doesn’t love bad taxidermy?

Ah, Fall….turning leaves, a crispness in the air, kids returning to school.

Gaza 2014

Ah, Fall….turning leaves, a crispness in the air, kids returning to school.

Gaza 2014